This story is getting intense, isn't it? I'm sorry for some of the confusion in the last chapter, but I hope for that to be cleared up in this chapter. Thank you for all of the great response.

Quick question: If I killed off Olivia or say, the Wenlivia baby, (Ha-ha, glemonademouthwizards, I was laughing for like ten minutes, my mom checked to see if I was okay…), would you hurt me?

Disclaimer: I do not own Lemonade Mouth. If I did, it wouldn't be allowed on Disney Channel anymore…perhaps Law and Order :P

Stella Yamada never cried. Not when she broke her leg jumping off of a trampoline, not when her dog died, not even when she thought that Charlie favored Mo over herself. But when she saw Olivia White lying on the ground, her skin as white as winter snow, the tears just started pouring out, and she couldn't stop. A little girl sat over her, her body crouched over Olivia almost protectively. Dark hair was plastered against the girl's back, and different cuts and scars decorated her face, some healing and some looked fresh. Dirt was smeared across her face as if she had been sleeping, and her eyes were red rimmed. She stared at Stella with green eyes that almost scared the hell out of her. They seemed almost witch like.

She looked back down at the body beside the girl. It was Olivia, she knew for sure. The other body had just been a look alike. She thought even more. Was the body that they had seen….Ciara? That was what that crazy guy had kept on calling Olivia. The girl looked a bit afraid when she saw Stella, not angry or upset like Stella would've imagined. How did Olivia know this child?

Charlie was here now, and had an arm around Stella, staring as well. His gaze seemed to be calculating something, not somewhat excited, as Stella was. Stella whirled around; about to throw her arms around Wen, who she had guessed would be here by now. Stella didn't know if Olivia was dead or not, but she chose to believe that she was alive at the moment. A smile spread across her face as tears rolled down her cheeks along with the rain that didn't seem to stop falling, but the smile disappeared as soon as she saw the scene before her.

Scott was holding Wen's arms behind his back as he pressed a pistol to Wen's temple. Stella held her breath and she couldn't believe what Scott was doing, but she had always had a feeling deep down that there was something wrong with the bastard.

Mo was on the ground next to him. Stella's eyes widened in fear that her friend had already been shot, but Wen shook his head ever so slightly, reading Stella's expression. "No," He mouthed. Stella allowed herself to exhale as Charlie tightened his grip around her shoulders. "What the hell is going on, Pickett?" Charlie asked in a wary voice. Scott laughed like the villains always did in old cartoons. Stella almost rolled her eyes. Did people really still do that?

"Where's the cash?" Scott asked. Stella was confused, and after sharing a look with Charlie, she saw that he was as well. Scott laughed again, but he sounded aggravated. "Don't act like you don't understand what I am saying. You received a text that said that if you wanted Olivia back you needed cash, right? Yeah. Give it to me." The last part sounded deadly. Stella's eyes widened. "That was you?" She asked. Of course, she hadn't thought that Scott hadn't changed into the goody-goody that Mo always said that he had, but Stella had never imagined that he would do something like this…

"Of course not, you dumbass. That was my step-sister, Debby. She's in on this, too." He leaned over so that the little girl who was with Olivia could see him. Charlie would have told him off if he wasn't so focused on understanding what Scott was saying. "Debby hooked up with Adam cause he was retarded; messed up after some divorce. He had a kid…. He pretty much did whatever Deb asked. I received a text message from Debby that said Olivia and Anna were planning to escape, so I had to do something about it. It was Debby who killed Ciara, hid her body away. I just dragged it out close by you guys so that you would see it. She really does look like Olivia, doesn't she, Wen?" He asked, pushing the gun father into Wen's temple.

Stella thought she heard Wen growl, but it wouldn't have been so far-fetched if he had. He tried to break away from Scott's grip, but Scott whacked him across the face with the pistol. "STUPID!" He screamed. Wen had his face turned towards the ground in pain, so none of us could see his face. It had already been hard enough to see everyone in the dark. Stella had no idea what time it was; everything was dragging out. "Why would you do that, Scott?" Mo asked, leaning up off of the ground.

Scott stared at her; a look filled with venom and disgust as if she had done the same thing that he had. "Money, babe, money." Mo shook her head at him, her eyes filled with pain. "So you have been lying to us – to me, this whole time?" She asked softly. Scott shrugged, one of his arms choke holding Wen around his neck. "I lie about a lot of things. That I care about you, that I didn't know where Olivia was…that I'm a senior." He smirked. Charlie looked confused. "You aren't a senior?"

Scott laughed. "Not in high school. Why the hell do you think that you never see me in any of your classes?" He shook his head. "You all are so stupid." He scoffed, and then tightened his grip around Wen's neck. "So, no one has the money?" None of us answered. The Anna girl hugged herself for comfort. Scott shrugged. "Okay, I'll let you guys choose." Without breaking his grip on Wen he pointed the gun towards Olivia and the girl. "Livy, or lover boy here?" The gun was pointed back at Wen.

Wen had taken a bullet for Olivia before and Stella had no doubt that he would do it again, but there was a chance that Olivia wasn't alive. And if she wasn't, then Wen would be giving his life up for nothing. But if she was alive, then Stella had no idea what to do. Of course she couldn't choose between two of her friends. "I pick Wen," Mo whispered almost instantly. Wen glared at her, betrayed. Stella felt the same way, but then asked what Stella and Charlie picked. It was the way she asked. She pointed four fingers at them, one of the signs that they used when they were on stage and performing. Scott had never learned them, because these were the signs they used when they were performing without Scott.

Four fingers: Wait. I wanna make the big finish.

What the hell was Mo trying to do?

Charlie understood the sign, but his eyebrows were scrunched up in confusion. He didn't understand what Mo meant, and neither did Stella. Wen saw the sign, too, and his expression softened. He understood what Mo was trying to do, but Charlie and Stella didn't. "Well?" Mo asked, and that was when they saw the next sign. She twirled her finger in a circular motion once, and then poked her chin.

Back me up when I give the sign.

All Stella could think was that when Olivia and Wen decided to make up these signs, it was a damn great idea.

Charlie made a sign before he spoke – Sorry, I messed a note up. Stella guessed that it was just supposed to mean sorry this time. "I pick Wen, too." Stella nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She knew that she might just break down into tears again. Avril, on the other hand, had no idea what was going on, and stared at the group, not believing their decision. How could they offer up one of their friends to be killed, just like that?

Wen tried to struggle against Scott again, but he froze when he pulled the trigger. We all froze. How was Mo gonna fix this now?

It was one swift movement; very quick: Mo swung a giant branch from a tree at Scott's legs, knocking him to the ground. The gun fired, but Wen was already on the ground, rolling away and pulling Mo with him.

Charlie ran right over to them, but Stella was still, looking Scott over before running over to check his pulse. "Charlie, I don't feel it," She whispered. Wen crawled over to where she sat, and they both stared at Scott's dead body staring up at him. Wen pulled his jacket off and draped it over Scott's face. Mo crawled over as well, and Stella watched as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Who would've thought…?" Her voice trailed off. Wen placed his arm around her. "Thank you," He said; his voice barely a whisper. For a moment they all sat there, staring into space, but then Stella remembered Olivia and the girl.

She slowly got up and walked towards them. The girl leaned away from her for a second, but slowly a smile spread across her face. "Stella?" She asked as if they were old friends. Stella didn't know what to say, so she just nodded. Avril smiled even wider and threw her arms around Stella's neck. She was surprised at first, but then she wrapped her arms around the girl.

The girl pulled away from Stella when Mo walked over. "Who –" She didn't let Mo finished her question. "Hi, I'm Avril. How do I know Olivia? Long story. Look, you're the one that wants to be the doctor, right? Well, fix her!" Avril motioned to Olivia. Wen's mouth gaped open as he stared at his girlfriend, mangled and broken.

Mo stared at Olivia. "I don't know what to do. She isn't getting enough oxygen. We need an ambulance or something," She said frantically, turning to Wen. He nodded quickly pulling put his cell phone.

Stella POV

"Somebody bring me a blanket and some water!" The medic shouted, and people came running from all directions over to him immediately. They had arrived in ten minutes straight when they heard everything that had happened. I don't think that I had ever heard Wen speak so quickly before.

The first thing that the doctor man did wad check for a pulse as someone else listened to her heartbeat. I felt kind of stupid just standing there; the four of us huddled together. They weren't going to give us checkups out her because not of us were seriously injured, but they had gotten to work on Olivia immediately. They would've started with the girl, Avril, as well, but she wouldn't leave Wen's arms. He had wrapped her in his sweatshirt as he was wrapped in one of the blankets that the hospital had sent. We sat under a tent like thing, shielding us from rain. There was a helicopter here and everything.

They had brought Wen's and Mo's father's, Charlie's older brother, and my mother in a separate helicopter. Olivia's Gram was waiting at the nearest hospital. Our parents probably wanted to chew us out for running away to look for Olivia when we weren't supposed to, but no one said anything. There were too many hugs and kisses for there to be punishments.

I leaned in to hear more of what they were saying. "She's not getting enough oxygen. Do you have a bag valve mask in your bag?" I couldn't hear what came after that, but they started pulling a bunch of stuff out of bags. Then Olivia started shaking uncontrollably.

One of the doctors working on Olivia barking out orders around us as Wen and Avril jumped up. "You! Come here now!" he yelled at a man in an EMS uniform. The man rushed over quickly. He was clearly running this show. "Wen!" he barked. "Does your girlfriend have a history of seizures?"

"No!" Wen answered quickly. How did he know that? The man nodded once. "Alright, then we're treating this as a febrile seizure." We watched as they started working on her, faster this time. My mother smoothed some hair out of my face and kissed my forehead. No one had asked a thing about Avril – yet.

Come on, Liv. I know you can do this.

Finally, we could see air filling her lungs, as her chest rose with each breath that they gave her. Her eyes flew open and began darting to each of us. Her hands twitched at her sides, but she was too weak to move. Wen tried to run towards her, but they pulled him back. Olivia's eyes widened at the sight of us. They covered her face as they crowded around her to work on her again. Just how bad was she?

The adults were talking again, Styrofoam cups of coffee in everyone's hands. We all had hot chocolate, but none of us had touched it except for Avril, who noisily slurped away as she snuggled deeper into Wen's arms. His dad had given him a questioning glance, but Wen just shrugged. "Where's the nearest hospital?" His dad was asking, eying the wound up by Wen's temple, and then Avril. Avril was small, and really lite, and Wen described her. Too lite to be a twelve year old. She was tall, but skinny.

Her leg had been bleeding before, but it stopped now. She was covered in Wen's sweatshirt, so no one could see if she was hurt anywhere else. All you could see where the scars covering her face

"Mercy Hospital. The chopper can land there. They've already been called. They're awaiting our arrival." Mo's dad answered. I wondered how he knew so much, but then I remembered that he was Mo's dad. If there was something to know about his daughter, he was going to be the first one to know it.

We sat waiting for a few more moments while the paramedics worked on Olivia. Wen wouldn't take his eyes off of her. God, we were all going to be in therapy forever.

"Alright, it's flushed. Attach the bag and get her fluids started. I injured at least two ribs that I could tell when I was administering the CPR, so be mindful of that when we move her." I heard someone say. Wait, what? She had injured ribs? I hoped Pickett burned in hell. The paramedics worked in tandem together, moving her over to the stretcher carefully, the EMT continuing the oxygen as he walked beside our little group as they carried her through the woods towards one of the helicopters. I think that there were three here, but I wasn't so sure.

Now that Olivia was all taken care of, everyone moved on to Avril. I'm serious; everyone actually turned their heads and started staring at her almost as soon as Olivia was shipped out. She wouldn't take her head out of Wen's chest, where she was snuggling. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked her in a whisper. She nodded into his chest. "Yeah. My throat's sore from all of the smoke, but I'm good. Tired." She mumbled. Then she sat up. "But we gotta get to the hospital so that we can see Olivia." She remembered, her head snapping up.

Those were two things that we knew Avril and Wen shared in common so far: They both had red hair, and were obsessed with Olivia.

Wen's father cleared his throat. "Um, Avril," He started, stumbling over the girl's name, "When we get to the hospital we're going to have to get you checked out, okay?" He asked, studying the girl's face. My mother nodded. "Yes, that is a good idea. And then maybe someone could talk to you, if you're feeling up to it. About while you were gone, you know?" I nudged my mother. Of course she didn't want to talk to anyone. We didn't want to talk to anyone the day that Olivia was taken, either.

Avril shook her head, her arms tightening around Wen's neck. He winced for a moment, but brushed it off. Avril wouldn't have known that Adam shot him just a few weeks ago. She didn't mean to pull so hard. "No, I want to see Olivia. I'm fine; Livy took care of me."

Mo was hugging her father, not saying anything. I was sure that she was probably still freaked out about what had just happened, but she was brave. She saved Wen, and probably the rest of us as well. I spoke up. "The doctor will probably just wanna look you over once, Avril. We're all going to have to get checked out." I added, eyeing Mo's ankle and Wen's head. Avril shrugged, which everyone took as a yes.

We started to walk to the last chopper line up, while our parents went in a different one. Charlie still had his arm around me, which, because no one was pointing a gun at us at the moment, made me feel butterflies in my stomach. I smiled at him, and he stuck his tongue out at me playfully. Glad to see that some things never change. "We'll see you at the hospital!" Wen's dad yelled over the roar of the engines. Wen turned around and nodded, Avril still in his arms. She had some makeshift bag in her hands that she refused to give up, and I dangled over Wen's shoulder as he walked to the helicopter.

We all squished into the seats. Apparently this was a pretty large helicopter, but it still took some squeezing for us all to fit, including the guy who was piloting the helicopter. We all had headphones over our ears, and then the pilot took off. I probably would've enjoyed this ride, but I just felt so shaken. It was an interesting feeling, to know that Olivia was back. I sighed as I snuggled into Charlie's arms. Mo stared at us, looking heartbroken. I felt bad about Scott. Even if he was an asshole who deserved to die, I knew that Mo would miss him.

The ride took less than fifteen minutes, and there was an emergency team on the roof awaiting our arrival. "This is so freaking cool." Avril breathed, staring. Even after everything that had just happened, we all still had to agree with her. This was like something out of a movie, something you would see on Law and Order or something like that.

"Blood pressure is eighty-five over fifty. Temp down to 104. Possible febrile seizure on scene treated with one mg Rivotril. CPR administered, defibrillation, epinephrine, and breathing tube to clear a blocked airway. Severely dehydrated, given one bag of D5W on scene, still administering. May have suffered major blood loss, type O-neg needed. I think she might be going into sepsis." One of the doctors explained to one of the guys on the roof.

The bad thing about these shows, however, was that I never knew what the heck was going on.

The attending nodded, as they took over the oxygen mask and began wheeling Bella's stretcher towards the roof elevator. Wen looked like he wanted to run after her, but he had Avril. Besides, Olivia was here. He had found her. Now he just needed a minute to breathe.

Sighing, he rubbed his face as the medical team disappeared behind the elevator doors. "More waiting," he moaned. We followed downstairs, and I took in a gulp of air knowing that I was in the safety of the hospital. My mother and father were there, as well as the twins. You don't know how freaking long hugs lasted this time. Wen had to put Avril down so that he could go to his own family, but I picked her up a little after that. Wen was right; for a twelve year old, she didn't weigh much.

Olivia's Gram looked as worried as hell. We explained to her as much as we could, but Avril wouldn't say anything. I imagine that it would be hard to talk about something like that.

After a few minutes, Olivia's Gram turned to one of the doctors. "Do you have any idea what all they've got to do before I know something?" She asked in a worried voice, her hands shaking. Poor old woman. The doctor opened his mouth to explain, and everyone leaned forward, but he stopped when he saw what was going on with me.

I didn't think that I did anything wrong. I mean, okay, what would you do if some crazy ass nurse walked up to you and tried to pull Avril out of your arms? That was what happened to me, and I wasn't happy about it. No, no, Stella Yamada wasn't happy with the service at that hospital.

"Um, yeah, hello. Can I ask you what the fuck you think you are doing?" My mother's eyes widened at my language and she and my father placed their hands over the twins' ears, as Sydney did with Georgie.
The nurse also looked a little surprised with my language, but I honestly didn't give a damn. This was Wen in the hospital all over again. "I'm just trying to place her on a stretcher so we can take her downstairs to have her examined. By the looks of it, you aren't her legal guardian anyway, so we should be able to take her."

I was trying to control my temper, but really, why do people decide to become nurses if they are going to act like that. People are already messed up when they enter the hospital, and with her attitude people would come out needed therapy. "Look, this girl was just found in the woods along with Olivia, and I feel it would be wrong to just rip her away from us like that." Wen's dad pointed out. The nurse rolled her eyes, pursed her weathered lips at me and scoffed, but turned on her heel for the elevator. Wen, Mo, and Charlie followed while our parents took another elevator. Olivia's Gram was in our elevator with us.

"So, um, doctor? About Olivia?" Gram asked. That snapped me out of my glaring contest with the nurse. "Oh, yes, Mrs. White. First they're going to take her downstairs and hook her up to an EKG. They need to get a read on her blood pressure, pulse, and they'll most likely attach her to a ventilator to keep her oxygen level up for now. I don't think there's anything wrong with her lungs, because she would have been much worse off in the woods if that were the case, but I can't make any promises without seeing a scan first.

"When they catheterize her, they'll test her urine for bacteria and cultures, and they'll draw blood from her IV and run that off to their lab. While they wait to get the results, they'll probably run a CT scan to check her for any internal bleeding, give her a head-to-toe check over. By the time the scan is finished, they should have the results back. We'll have to go from there. "The doctor explained. We all nodded, even though I suspected that none of us really had any idea of what he had said.

The elevator landed, and we walked out, following the nurse. "Well, what was that other doctor saying about a seizure?" Wen asked as we started following the nurse down a hall. Things were pretty quiet, because everyone must've been asleep. The doctor shook his head at him. "We won't really know anything until we get the lab work back. The seizure could have been a reaction to the fever she's running or any medication he could have given her-"

"He gave her a lot of medicine this one time. He threw her against a wall and she was asleep for four days, and he gave her medicine cause he thought it would make her better." Avril spoke up. Wen clenched his fists while I put Avril down. "Do you know what type of medicine he gave her?" The doctor asked, staring down at Avril. She shrugged, playing with the pillowcase bag at her side. "Little pills. He said they would help with the pain. I don't know."

And because I hate you all so much, I am going to end the chapter here. Honestly, I don't want to give so much away at once, then I feel like I have to work on my other stories, and I want this story to last a little longer. Do you guys want a sequel, with like, Olivia and the band adjusting to everything and dealing with the baby (Oops, I mean, if it isn't dead), and stuff like that, or should I just leave it? There should be at least one or two more chapters after this. It depends on how much I put into each chapter. Again, thank you so much to all of you! This is the most review s I have ever gotten on a story, and it makes me feel so proud to know that I worked so hard on it and people are enjoying it.

Thanks to:

Lemonheadluver: Ha-ha, thank you! Sorry if it confused you a bit. I tried to clear it up in this chapter. Scott might have not explained everything, but you'll hear more explanation in the next chapters. If not, then the rest is just a mystery….. :P

Abby: THANK YOU!

HayleyKiyokoFan1: Don't worry; I started writing this chapter six hours after I posted the other one. Then I was up around two in the morning writing it, and my mom screamed at me and grabbed my laptop :(/ :)

Rose: Thank you! And to think, I wouldn't have even watched the movie if it wasn't for my little sister…Olivia…I don't make any promises :p

Glemonademouthwizards: As I said earlier, I was laughing, but thank you so much! THANK YOU! And would you be okay if say, Olivia gave birth to the baby, but then she died? And then the baby died? Ha, ha, just kidding. Or am I...

Bubblelina15: You find out kind of what is happening to her…but I didn't show her POV or anything like that.

CamilaD: Your wish was granted! Somewhat…

Lemonade Mouth: My favorite review…like…OMG I love this review…you said you love my story…fourteen times? God. I love your story too, As Thunder Rolls. And you created Starlie, which I have been trying to incorporate into my story. Thank you!

Lemonademouthluver: Well, right now, Olivia is in surgery and testing, so you can send flowers to her hospital :p
She isn't dead.

So, should I continue? Do I have to ask?